



Because of 1 John 5:12, I know that I have Life! Rejoicing in the Life I have because of the Son...
Just turned 4 Tommy...
The curls of the boy, Noah, at 19 months and proud big bro, so very fond of his babiest brother, Fletcher, who just shows such compassion and tenderness to Noah it melts me...
Because a Momma loves an opportunity for a booty shot...
A very common Noah expression...
Tommy was excited by this ride with his favorite superhero...
Mommy loved the 1950's looking games...
Tommy, in action, "versing" Fletcher. "Fletchie, I 'voyz' you?" Translation: Tommy asking if he can "verse" (play against) Fletcher.
Noah found plenty to do, too.
Fletcher, wearing what he calls his "Dallas Stars" jersey. Really just an old Upwards basketball team shirt from a few seasons ago.
Fletchie's "fray-vor-ite" (he still says favorite with the 'r' sound before the 'a'....which I love) game was probably the pin ball machine he played with Charlie.
Noah was a TROOPER with so much less sleep in the past 24 hours than normal. After an eight hour car drive to Durango, CO where we ate dinner and spent the night on Thursday and then a 40 mile drive to Mesa Verde for our tour of the cliff dwellings, Noah had gotten jipped out of plenty of naps by late afternoon on Friday!
Tommy LOVED the cave houses.
The big kids thought the Anasazi cliff dwellings were super cool.
Both girls were tickled with their outfits which so pleased me! I was so thankful they liked what they were wearing and how they looked.
This is our only picture with Fletch actually wearing his Shrek green tube ears! He did his own green face paint. We attempted to make a Shrek belly for him but nothing pleased him in that regard. His major complaint was having to wear Sarah's boots for Shrek booties...he was fine with the idea of just wearing tennis shoes. But Shrek wore brown booties, Fletch! Sarah's boots were just right for the costume but boy, oh boy, was he not thrilled with wearing something that was a GIRL'S! Oh my, MY!

Parie just eats snow constantly as she plays. She is always scooping up a handful as she walks along whether climbing back up the sledding hill or playing around in the yard.
Parie's quotable from the past year when she gets even slightly warm, "Mom, I'm BURNING!" So walking back up the sledding hill this week she wanted to take her coat off and just wear her snow pants with her lightweight three-quarter length sleeved shirt...I said, "No, leave your coat on." Isn't that what Moms are supposed to say? So I got the, "But Mom, I'm BURNING!" Parie quote. That girl is often one extreme or the other now. She's like me in that she is often cold and needs a warm hoodie on but if she is moving around in the slightest she'll get "Burning!" Sarah is still prone to being hot (rarely cold like me or Parie) and Fletch would never, ever wear a jacket if I didn't ask him to...maybe a Payson or a Charlie thing. I seem to remember my mom saying Payson would never wear a coat if he wasn't forced to. Charlie wears a coat now in CO more than Fletch would (if I wasn't around reminding him to please wear it!)